[Dracula's coffin is not what Alucard would consider a safe place to be, never mind an advisible one. When he first climbs into it, there's the genuine expectation that it too will attack him for simply not being his father. It would make perfect sense, given that the cushions are well molded to the late vampire king, but Alucard settles in and there's nothing.
He knows the next part. His coffin and the entire mechanisms around it were his father's coffin in miniature, and so the lid closes and that's that. He has blood for when he needs it. But more than that? He's going to be safe here. Safe in as close to an embrace from one of his parents that he can have now.
Within the coffin, he can see the rest of the castle if he decides to. Track Trevor and Sypha. The mechanisms that Sypha destroyed may have been the key to the castle's abilities, but the coffin is the back up system. No, it can't move the structure, but it can keep an eye on the entire place and communicate when there is danger.
Or it can let it's master sleep for so very long without needing to wake for food or water or anything else. There's air holes. That's all Alucard needs, and indeed, he rests. He's brought a blanket with him for an extra layer of seeming protection, and he can well and truly sleep right now. He does, eyes closed and all of him so, so sure that the other two will wander for weeks before they get here.
But he's wrong. Alucard's wrong about everything these days, including how much he truly needs to rest after all that's happened. He doesn't stir when the coffin tries to alert him that the other two are en route. When it prods him. He wakes only when there's warm breath against him and that very distinct Trevor Belmont musk.
Here is where there is difference: he floated out of a coffin once, gorgeous and in control in spite of all horrid circumstances. Today, right now, this red hot second, his eyes snap open and he looks panicked beyond reason. Bolts upright rather than rises in a careful and controlled manner. Says nothing. His hands curl against the coffin sides, nails digging against the obsidian stone. He's a thing waking from a nightmare, and--
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He knows the next part. His coffin and the entire mechanisms around it were his father's coffin in miniature, and so the lid closes and that's that. He has blood for when he needs it. But more than that? He's going to be safe here. Safe in as close to an embrace from one of his parents that he can have now.
Within the coffin, he can see the rest of the castle if he decides to. Track Trevor and Sypha. The mechanisms that Sypha destroyed may have been the key to the castle's abilities, but the coffin is the back up system. No, it can't move the structure, but it can keep an eye on the entire place and communicate when there is danger.
Or it can let it's master sleep for so very long without needing to wake for food or water or anything else. There's air holes. That's all Alucard needs, and indeed, he rests. He's brought a blanket with him for an extra layer of seeming protection, and he can well and truly sleep right now. He does, eyes closed and all of him so, so sure that the other two will wander for weeks before they get here.
But he's wrong. Alucard's wrong about everything these days, including how much he truly needs to rest after all that's happened. He doesn't stir when the coffin tries to alert him that the other two are en route. When it prods him. He wakes only when there's warm breath against him and that very distinct Trevor Belmont musk.
Here is where there is difference: he floated out of a coffin once, gorgeous and in control in spite of all horrid circumstances. Today, right now, this red hot second, his eyes snap open and he looks panicked beyond reason. Bolts upright rather than rises in a careful and controlled manner. Says nothing. His hands curl against the coffin sides, nails digging against the obsidian stone. He's a thing waking from a nightmare, and--
--he stares at them blankly. No words form.]